Activity Being Avoided: feeding the cats (dinner time isn’t for half an hour, but they’re dying. Loudly. I’m ignoring them)
Music In My Head: Cordova – Indigo Girls
Tea Being Drunk: Blue Eyes (a.k.a. mixed berry)
Book Being Read: House of Daughters – Sarah-Kate Lynch
Little Girl with a Big Pen did this a week ago, and I thought it was an interesting exercise. The bookshelves were thoroughly cased. I must admit that it was difficult to choose five because I re-read my loved ones so frequently that the “first time” memories have faded like jeans.
Here’s the list–in alphabetical order because I couldn’t decide which was more worthy than the others.
1. Happy as the Grass Was Green – Merle Good
The inscription inside reminds me that it was a gift from my godmother the year I turned eleven. I read it right away: there was a hippie on the front cover, and I love(d) hippies. What I remember about the first reading was the clash between religion and culture, and that was something I was already starting to turn over in my pubescent little mind. I’d like to see if I still have that initial reaction now that the clash is so commonplace.
2. The Lost Salt Gift of Blood – Alistair MacLeod
Also a gift from my godmother (clearly she’s to blame for my bibliophilia) for my eighteenth birthday. The writing brought me to my knees. I went to the University of Windsor so that I could study under one of my literary gods–and, of course, that was a lead balloon. Regardless, I still love it when the writing is… I can’t think of a suitable adjective, so I’ll use MacLeodian.
3. The Missing Piece – Shel Silverstein
This is not The Missing Piece Meets the Big O: that’s a different book. This is just the missing piece, all by his lonesome. I read this as an adult (I was in my early thirties), and it put everything about wallflowers into perspective. I didn’t mind being such a wallflower after that. I figure I could use a little perspective every now and then….
4. Rubyfruit Jungle – Rita Mae Brown
I read this in university; I think I was in my third year. I was shocked by the grapefruit scene. I’m not shocked by much anymore, and it would be interesting to be shocked again.
5. Where the Wild Things Are – Maurice Sendak
I don’t remember the first time I read this–or that it was read to me, which is more likely. I wonder if I actually had a problem with the Wild Things. The bad witch from the Wizard of Oz scared me, but I don’t remember the Wild Things ever showing up in a nightmare.